Food For Thought

Crazy Head

He strutted into a bar liked he owned it. It was the sort of joint that was typical of areas of Kampala that never went to sleep, loud, rude and always spoiling for some drama. With a cocky grin he leered at curvaceous young woman who ignored him. He scowled at her, his sense of self offended. Just then, a whole posse of his friends acknowledged him noisily. His face lit up, his ego once again reinstated. The other patrons sighed in distress; it looked like it was going to be another crazy night.

Diggy Man was the local bad boy who prided himself in his lyrical flow and his sense of invincibility. With a cocky swagger, he joined his friends and proceeded to make a nuisance of himself. Although his friends minded a great deal, they let his bad behaviour ride; he was buying the drinks after all.

As the drinks flowed, so did Diggy Man’s bad manners. He abused everyone in sight on his way to the back of the bar for a blow of weed. He bumped into a patron and shouted, “Bamba clat!” The patron scurried away as he did not want to get into a fight with the obviously stoned Diggy Man.

Diggy Man was spoiling for a fight. His friends sensing this coaxed him onto the miniature stage at one end of the bar. The DJ immediately played a favourite track and Diggy Man went into one of the smoothest freestyle flows this side of the hemisphere and the crow was loving it. A few performances later, Diggy Man left the stage basking in the adulation.

Back at his table, the curvaceous lady that had ignored him earlier was now all over him like a bad rash. Her boyfriend wasn’t liking it and got quiet vociferous about it. The boyfriend was advised to let it go but he wasn’t impressed by Diggy Man’s bad boy reputation and proceeded to pummel him. Diggy Man didn’t stand a chance.

Humiliated, he took his frustration home and proceeded to break the windows of the house, much to his mother’s frustration.. His brother got out the house and with a few choice slaps sent him to his room to lick his wounds. Crazy doesn’t always pay.